Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.